The guards strode along the darkened castle hallway with a darker than usual feel about them. Still, it wasn't very hard to guess why their moods were fouler than normal; they were escorting a traitor. Private Steadfast of the Equestrian Royal Guard had betrayed Crown and Country for the fragment Creativity, and this offense would not stand. The recruit walked with his head slumped, a look of everlasting sadness and regret on his face. Everything had fallen apart for him. His normal life as a Canterlot Royal Guard was at an end, and if the cards weren’t in his favor, his life in general might see its deletion. Few things in Equestria were seen more horrible than treason.

Reaching the end of the hallway, the trio came up to black double doors, each one protected by another guard. The two door-stallions looked at the escorting guards, nodded once their inspections were complete, and went for the doors. The doors creaked as they opened, and a bright light shone into the dark hallway. Steadfast had to cover his eyes to escape being blinded.

The two stallions on either side of Steadfast gave him no time and rudely pushed the stallion forward, motioning him to proceed inward. Steadfast complied respectfully, as if he had a choice, and walked into the room. It was round in structure, with a high ceiling and flat, empty floor. Steadfast could see that there was a second floor up high, a magically enhanced railing provided protection from ponies climbing over it. Try thinking of a coliseum or roman gladiatorial arena, the only difference was that this space was for court proceedings, not bloody deathmatches. Everything about this setup told Steadfast that this room was designed to make you feel worthless and small. It was a dark contrast to most of the light-hearted land of Equestria. Steadfast was more or less pushed to the center and told to stay put (as if he was going somewhere).

Steadfast looked up to see the three ponies looking down on him. Despite the stallion’s initial thoughts, only one of the three pairs of eyes staring him down were angry, one was creepily neutral and the other just seemed sad it had come to this.

“Private Steadfast Bulwark of the Equestrian Royal Guard of her Highness Princess Celestia.” Princess Luna began. “You are hereby charged with treason against your Princess and country. I, Princess Luna, your Guard Captain Sir Shining Armor, and Guard Commander of Equestria Sir Quickstep are to be your judges. So Private how do you plead to the charges?”

“Why are we asking that? We know he is a traitor!” Shining Armor blurted out. “He attacked his fellow guard and assisted the fragment Creativity with her schemes to injure the Princess! Why is any of this necessary?! Just convict him already!”

“Shining!” Quickstep yelled, turning to the stallion. “Calm yourself! We shall not degrade ourselves to animals! All are innocent until proven guilty. While it is true that there is no doubt to Private Steadfast’s guilt, we must still have a trial, it is the civil thing to do.” The Guard Commander shifted the red lollipop in his mouth to the other side.

“WHAT?!” Shining retorted. “How can you defend him?! You and Princess Celestia are personal friends! How can you calmly standby when it was her that is hurt?!”

“Because.” Quickstep replied, annoyed at the Guard Captain. “I believe in justice, not savage slaughter of those that cannot fight back.”

Steadfast looked at the arguing stallions. The three judges were aligned, from left to right, as Luna, Shining Armor, and then Quickstep. He felt guilt at this impasse, believing his foolishness to have caused so much pain. As such, the stallion stepped forward. “Guilty.”

“Say again Private.” Luna asked, trying to calm the other judges down.

Steadfast choked on his own spit and coughed. “Guilty. I’m guilty of any charges you put on the table. I kept Creativity’s existence a secret, I helped her with her own ends, and I attacked fellow guards… I… I’m a traitor to Crown and Country Princess Luna and I… I am sorry.”

“Sorry doesn’t heal our Princess’s wounds.”

“Shut it Shining.” Quickstep snorted.

Luna sighed. “Very well… now that there is no doubt to your crimes, we must confer a punishment. Suggestions?”

“Death.” Shining quickly stated. “As much as it pains me to say it, we cannot allow such treasonous acts to go on without severe punishment.”

“Are you mad?!” Quickstep replied, getting up from his seat. “He is held captive by an insane mare on the threat of death and you wish to have the same thing cast upon him?!”

“His actions eventually became willing.” Shining retorted.

“Your actions whilst under the control of the Changeling Queen were, for the most part, willing.”

“How dare you refer to that!” Shining stood now, looking as if he might hit the Guard Commander.

“Come at me! I’ll defend this stallion’s right to life with my own, every creature alive deserves that dignity.” The Commander's lollipop almost fell out of his mouth from all the yelling.

“ENOUGH!!” Luna shouted, a bit of the Royal Canterlot Voice slipping through to her tone. “I’ll not have fighting!” Luna waited for both stallions to sit back down. “Now, both of you make excellent points. Shining, the Private did commit terrible crimes and should be punished accordingly. But the Guard Commander makes a good point: Steadfast first began these crimes under threat of death. Many break from this type of persuasion. The punishment must be harsh enough to make up for Steadfast’s actions but must also take into account his position. So please, settle down and think of reasonable retribution.”

“Banishment.” Quickstep answered.

“That’s it?”

Quickstep rolled his eyes at Shining. “With death upon defiance against said banishment.”

Shining Armor grunted. “That… yeah, I’ll accept that.”

Luna blinked. “Really?”

Shining sighed. “Yeah, I don’t really want the blood of one of my guards on my hooves and… this is a good punishment.”

“Huh, very well.” Luna replied, a little taken aback that the two stallions had so quickly come up with a solution for both of them. Luna herself didn’t care what they did, she had just returned from her diplomatic mission and the last thing she wanted was to be holding a court right now.

Princess Luna turned to Steadfast. “Private Steadfast, you are hereby stripped of Equestrian citizenship and your guard ranking. You are to leave Equestria and never return, on pain of death, to these lands unless my sister or I give you a specific pardon stating otherwise. Do you understand?”

Steadfast nodded. “Yes M’lady, I understand. But… could I ask a question?” Luna didn’t flinch at the request; she simply nodded. “What will become of Private Indigo Breeze? She was also working with a fragment.”

“I can answer that.” Quickstep said. “Private Breeze is being treated for minor injuries sustained during Anger’s raid on the Castle. While Indigo did assist a fragment, she technically was not with Anger during the fragment’s attack and was truthful about her actions. She also assisted in the defense of Canterlot Castle and even stopped Anger’s rampage. As such, she’s being pardoned and returning to active duty. Does that information suffice?”

Steadfast nodded. “Thank you.” Steadfast was glad Indigo wasn’t going to be punished for all this madness. He knew he deserved it, but she didn’t. Steadfast couldn’t help but smile a little at the information he had just obtained.

Luna ignored the smile and motioned to the guards. “Take him away, lead him to the border, and release him there. Do not leave until he is well out of sight.”

The two guards nodded and stepped next to Steadfast. The ex-guard offered no resistance and followed the guards to his fate.

Higher in the Canterlot Castle, Princess Celestia lay asleep in her bed. The Alicorn’s mane had already begun to flow magically again and her natural colors had returned, providing the evidence that her Alicorn magic had become hers once more. A beam of sunlight hit the mare’s face and the unwanted light caused her to stir. Finally, she couldn’t take it and sleep left her. The princess rose from her sleep and looked around. She was in her room, naturally, and everything seemed in place. The only thing that was off was the mare resting in a troubled manner on the floor a few meters away from the bed. It took Celestia a moment for her eyes to focus but eventually she could see who it was.

“Twilight?”

The mare shifted, obviously hearing the princess. The purple form moved and stretched. A yawn escaped from her mouth and the mare got up. This is when Celestia noticed her supposed student’s light pink eyes and cutie mark. “Lust.” Celestia corrected.

The fragment’s ears turned down in embarrassment. “Yes Princess, it’s me.” Lust took a few more steps towards the bed until she was at the foot; her expression was still one of guilt. “How are you?”

“I feel better than ever to tell you the truth.” Celestia admitted; she hadn’t gotten a sleep like that in awhile. “But that is beside the point… why are you here? Do you want to try and molest me yet again?” The Princess had an unnaturally neutral glare that radiated disappointment.

“N-No!” Lust responded fearfully. “I want… I want to apologize… for what I did.”

Celestia blinked, caught off guard. “What?”

Lust scratched the back of her neck. “I’m sorry for, you know, trying to have nonconsensual intercourse with you…” Celestia gaped a little, unsure what to say. Lust used this to continue. “It was wrong to take advantage of you and I promise I’ll never do it again… mainly cause I’m gonna die soon…”

“Trying to clear your conscience then?” Celestia inquired.

“No.” Lust responded. “It doesn’t matter if you accept my apology or not, though I don’t think you will. I just wanted to say it… and please, don’t hold my foolishness against Twilight. It’s me that’s the sex driven monster…” Lust put her gaze to the floor.

Lust’s eyes widened when she felt a hoof on her shoulder. The fragment looked up to see Celestia’s hoof on her shoulder, and the Sun Goddess smiling at her. “Lust, the mere fact that you are here, apologizing and feeling sorry for your actions, proves you are no monster. A monster doesn’t care about the pain their actions cause. You are better than any monster I’ve met. As for Twilight, I could never hate her.”

Lust cocked her head. “What about that one time she stole your special cloud cake from the kitchen and you said that…”

Celestia reached her hoof to Lust’s back and patted hard, stopping the fragment’s speech. The Princess laughed. “Ahahaha! We don’t talk about that Lust… never again.”

Lust coughed. “Right, right… well, I’m glad that I was able to apologize. I have to return to Logic now so we can rebuild Twilight.” Lust’s eyes suddenly turned hot pink. “So… seeing as I’m dying, how about some sympathy sex?”

“No.” Celestia responded coldly. “Good try though.”

Lust’s eyes returned to light pink. “Heh, sorry, had to try. Well… thanks again Princess, for letting me apologize. It’s time to go.” Lust took several steps back, away from Celestia.

“Goodbye Lust.” Celestia smiled, blowing a kiss in the fragment’s direction.

Lust smiled a wide grin and charged her horn, teleporting away.

Outside of Canterlot’s newest charity organization building, a pink flash suddenly appeared and from it a purple mare. The charity had quite the building for being new, but circumstances were on the organizations side. The building was going to be demolished to make new for something else but the charity had bought it first. Many wondered how such an unknown organization had gotten so much money for such a feat, but most just reasoned the charity had a well-off patron. The charity was of little concern to the mare however.

Lust looked around for her sister, but couldn’t see her. Coming to the conclusion she was inside, Lust went to the building’s doors and pushed them open. “Morality?” The sex fragment called.

“Yes, I’ll be out in a minute.” Morality yelled from the front desk. The mare turned to the two stallions she had been previously talking to. “Well my friends, it is time for me to be off.”

“What?!” The stallion behind the desk cried. “But Miss Morality! We need you here at the charity! We can’t do it on our own!”

“Hey, Hat Trick, stop bugging her.” The grey stallion Pickpocket came back from the backroom. “She told us the day we started this place she’d have to leave one day eventually.” Pickpocket turned to Morality. “Today’s the day then?”

Morality nodded. “Indeed. I must go and rejoin my sisters to rebuild Twilight Sparkle. I wish I could stay but, I have a duty and…” Morality’s explanation was cut short by Pickpocket’s hoof covering her mouth.

“Hey Morry, we get it. Do what you gotta do right? Just know that Hat Trick and me really appreciate what you’ve done for us and we’ll keep the charity running to its fullest. We… hell, you’re the big sis neither of us had, but sorely needed. No hard feelings.” The stallion hugged Morality, Hat Trick almost jumped over the desk to join in. Releasing the fragment, Pickpocket held back a tear. “Thanks for everything Morality. And just know, that you always have a home here as well as friends. The same applies to Twilight Sparkle too.”

Morality looked at the two former slavers with a smile. They had been her project, her life’s work. Other fragments did nothing for this world, had no lasting impressions on it. Morality was glad she could turn two lives around and create an organization that would help and improve other lives. To Morality, that was the point of life: to make something that outlasts it.

Morality sucked in some air and a tear and smiled at her two friends. “Goodbye you two. And just remember: if you two go off the straight and narrow, I’ll come back and kick the shit outta both of ya!”

The trio laughed. Pickpocket and Hat Trick waved as they watched Morality walk up to her sister Lust, charge her horn, and then disappear in a flash of magic.

“Well? Was it a success?”

“Yeah Logic, I got all the beacons up and running! When the spell is sent out, it’ll hit them and they’ll do their job… then explode harmlessly! Like they were never even there.”

Logic looked at her sister Curiosity and nodded. “Good. The beacons are the important part, without them, this whole plan falls to pieces.” Logic turned to a book levitating in midair, reading its contents carefully to ensure she got nothing wrong.

“So… is everything all ready?” Curiosity asked.

Logic turned back to her sister and nodded. “Yes, I believe so. Finally, this mess has a conclusion. It is a relieving feeling; Spike has been rather persistent with questions lately… I doubt I could keep the truth from him for much longer and I doubt he will be in support of my plans.”

Curiosity looked around. “Where is Spike anyway?”

“I sent him to get the others.” Logic replied, turning her gaze to the capture devices on the table. Two more had been added to the pile, one had a pink glow and the other glowed black and white. “I did not want him interfering with anything, he would most certainly get wise to what I am doing if he were around.”

“Oh.” Curiosity stated. “Well, should I get in a capture device?”

“No.” Logic said turning to the other fragment. “I want you to use your magic to scrub this.” Logic lifted Creativity’s capture device over to Curiosity. “Creativity might have died in a heroic fashion but I do not put it past her to create a backup copy before-hoof of herself to use later. I do not wish to take chances.”

Curiosity took the yellow glowing device in her magic. “Right Logic, I’ll get on it lickety-split!”

“Good.” Logic replied simply. “I will be down in the main room preparing the reconstruction spell.” Logic nodded once and left through the stairs leading to the library’s main floor.

Curiosity watched her leave then focused on her own work. Igniting her magic, Curiosity readied herself to scan the device and ensure nothing was left of Creativity that could cause complications during the reconstruction spell. Her magic washed over the triangular object and readied to be used. One more second and any hostile magic would be removed…

“CURIOSITY, MAKE SURE YOU RETURN THE THINGS YOU BORROWED FROM OTHERS IN PONYVILLE!”

Curiosity jumped when she heard Logic’s shout. The mare’s magic unfocused and fell back from the capture device. The fragment had a look of fear on her face. “Oh no! I completely forgot to return the things I burrowed! Oh no, no, no, no!” Curiosity threw Creativity’s capture device, not completely scrubbed, onto the table with the others and raced to her room in the basement to gather the objects she needed to return to their rightful owners.

Creativity’s capture device remained unchanged from the whole ordeal, still emitting its faint yellow glow as it settled on top on the pile of triangular objects.

“And I was so worried when you got shot and it was really scary and crazy but I knew we had to stay strong for you and so we kept going and we got all the fragments and we finally have everything we need to rebuild Twilight and everything and I’m so happy I could just explode! Well, I mean, I wouldn't really explode, it’s just an expression that means I’m really happy and that my happiness could explode out and everything and…”

“Alright, alright Sugercube, Ah get it.” The still heavily bandaged Applejack chuckled as she shook her head at the ever-energetic Pinkie Pie.

“Oh.” Pinkie Pie said, ceasing her excessive bouncing. “Well, that’s good.”

The other mares surrounding Applejack laughed, happy to see their friend had finally recovered, mostly. What’s more, Spike had come to each of them and relayed Logic’s message that it was finally time to rebuild Twilight. This was happy news to all, who were glad that this madness was finally ending. Fluttershy and Rainbow Dash, her wings now restored by Logic, hovered above the others and watched the laughter, joining in themselves.

“Well, I’m so~o glad you’re finally out of that hospital Applejack.” Rarity replied with her normal fancy decorum. “I mean, have you taken a good look at those hospital cloaks? Blah! Terrible coloring and so very tacky. I’m glad you no longer need to suffer their fashion crimes.”

Applejack chuckled. “Yeah, Rarity, Ah’m so glad.” Rarity sensed Applejack’s sarcasm and pouted, prompting more laughter from the group.

“Hey, we’re finally here.” Fluttershy said in her normal soft voice.

“So Spike,” Rainbow Dash said as she landed. “How exactly does this spell Logic’s working up work?”

“Not really sure.” Spike admitted, shrugging. “All I know is that Logic says it’ll reconnect the fragments to Twilight and repair her.”

Rainbow Dash gave her award-winning smile of confidence. “Well, that’s good enough for me! I’m done doubting Logic.”

“ ’Bout gosh darn time!” Applejack interjected with a scowl. “Ah still can’t believe you went all hissy fit on everypony like that Rainbow Dash!”

Rainbow Dash wilted a little. “Yeah, I was really being a fool… but that’s over now, and I promise I’ll make up to Logic once this is all over!”

Spike bit his lower lip at that statement. The others were still in the dark about the fragments dying upon Twilight’s reconstruction, even Logic. Spike wanted to tell the other Elements, but Logic had forbid it. They would panic if they discovered they had assisted in the killing of over three-dozen ponies, Logic had told the dragon. Spike was inclined to believe the fragment. As foolishly obvious as it sounded, there was logic behind the fragment’s words. So Spike had shut his dragon mouth.

“Well, what are we waiting for?” Rarity asked. “Let’s get in there and greet Twilight as she returns.”

The others nodded adamantly and went for the door. Spike, like a true gentle-dragon, opened the door and held it open for the five ponies. Inside the library, all the furniture had been removed. The books had been taken off the shelves and anything that could break had been hidden away. Twilight’s frozen stone self had been placed in the center of the room and had had an intricate, circular, magical glyph drawn around her. Logic stood near the upper left of the circle, making the last few preparations.

“Hey Lodgey!” Pinkie Pie yelled happily, rushing over to the fragment and hugging her tightly.

Logic grunted, deprived of oxygen from the mare’s grip. “ACK!! H-Hello, Pinkamena… would you please… stop!”

“Okie-Dokie-Lokie!” Pinkie Pie released Logic and stepped back to give the fragment room.

Logic coughed as she recomposed herself. “Ugh, what was that death grip for Pinkamena?”

Pinkie Pie looked at Logic and laughed. “What? Death grip? Silly willy, that was a big super Pinkie Pie hug! After all you deserve it!”

“Why? What have I done to merit such… affection?”

Pinkie Pie calmed down and looked at Logic with respect and contained happiness. “Because, you were there for Twilight. While all the other fragments fled or tried to cause harm, you stood strong and fought to bring her back. You were the bright light in the dark. You were the giggle that sent the ghosties away. So, I just wanted to say: thank you.”

Logic looked at Pinkie Pie with much more respect then she ever had. Finally, Logic nodded. “Thank you… Pinkie Pie.”

Pinkie smiled wide and trotted back to join the others. Logic was not far behind and strode up to the other Elements, her face alight with admiration. “I must thank all of you, for being so patient and staying with me and putting up with me as long as you have. It has been a long road. Gladly, it is coming to an end.”

Applejack smiled. “Aw, shucks Logic, being there is what friends are for!”

Rarity nodded. “Oh of course! And I can speak for everypony when I say we all consider you a true friend Logic.”

“Most definitely.” Fluttershy added.

Rainbow Dash laughed. “Really Lodge, putting up with you? I should be the one thanking you in that regard.”

“Hehe, yeah!” Pinkie Pie giggled. Rainbow Dash shot a look at the party mare.

Logic inhaled and breathed out heavily, her face one of joy and guilt. “Thank you all, for everything. Now... goodbye my friends.” Logic’s horn lit up and bright magic burst out, covering the whole inside of the library. The Elements and Spike covered their faces to protect their eyes from the light.

Spike removed his claws from his face and looked around. Logic was still standing where she had been moments ago and so were the Element Bearers. The only thing different was that the Elements were frozen solid in place, stuck in their blinded positions. Spike was confused. “What? Logic, what’s happening?!”

“My endgame of course.” Logic stated coldly.

Spike was even more confused. “What do you mean endgame?”

Logic sighed. “Spike, the fragments have caused… so much damage and pain. Despite my wishes, I cannot undo those things. I can, however, erase them from memory.”

Cogs in Spike’s mind clicked loudly. “The memory spells you were researching… they were for Equestria weren't they?”

Logic nodded. “Yes. I had Curiosity place magical beacons all over Equestria. When my spell is activated, the activation code being the spell that will rebuild Twilight, it’ll spread over Ponyville, erasing and then replacing all memories of the fragments. The spell will then hit the beacons and concentrate inside them, building power. Those beacons will then release their spells and wipe all memories of the fragments. By this time tomorrow, the fragments will not even be a thing of the memorable past.”

“B-But why!?” Spike asked. “Why do you want to erase you and your siblings from memory?!”

Logic kneeled and looked Spike in the face, placing a hoof on his shoulder. “Because Spike, we are not a memory that should be recalled. That is the simple fact. It also releases those with emotional attachments to any fragments from the sorrow of losing their friend or beloved. It frees those who have been traumatized by the fragments from their pain. It is… the best solution.”

Spike would not give up. “But… you’d be erasing almost four months of memory! What is everypony going to think about that?!”

“The spell only affects memories relating to the fragments. For most, their encounters will have seemed like a bad dream. For those that I could not do that for, I have changed specific parts of their memories to alter them accordingly. That actually brings me to my next piece of business.”

Logic got up and walked up to her work desk. After rummaging around for a minute or two, Logic found what she wanted and brought it over. “Hold out your claws Spike.” The dragon complied. Logic used her magic to lower something into the dragon’s grasp. Spike looked down to his claws, his eyes widening when they lay upon Logic’s notebook, as well as a single, seemingly empty capture device.

“What… why are you giving me this?” He asked.

“Simple.” Logic replied. “My fool proof plan of never dying. After all, do we ever truly die as long as there is one single soul left to remember us?” Spike looked up at Logic, eyes widening more with realization. “Yes Spike, the spell will not affect you. You will be the sole creature to remember these events, well… the sole creature in this universe anyway.”

Spike didn’t respond; his eyes were stuck on the book. Fragmented, By Spike the Dragon read the newly embroidered title. “Logic.” He started.

“Spike?”

Logic let out an ‘oomph’ as Spike rammed the fragment and began hugging her adamantly. Light tears streamed down the dragon’s face. “I’ll miss you.”

Logic chuckled and tilted the dragon’s face up to stare at her own. Logic was smiling. “I know Spike, I shall miss you as well. But you must stop crying. You must be strong. After all, Rarity still has some affection for me, and she’ll certainly cry about it later. I believe it best that you are there, to be her shoulder to cry on.” Spike smiled as Logic gave him a playful wink. “And who knows, we may just meet again.”

“You’re a terrible liar.” Spike replied.

Logic laughed. “Or maybe I am so good I am making you think I am terrible.”

Logic and Spike released each other and Spike watched Logic go to the glyph on the floor. A bag of occupied capture devices lay on the floor near an intricate marking. Logic pulled out a lime green glowing device from her mane and placed it in the bag, then she lit her horn.

Logic turned to Spike as the room filled with magic. “Just for future reference, for the past four months you, Twilight, and the others have been running around Ponyville trying to find the pages of your book after a wind took them away. It is the best substitute I could find for chasing fragments.”

Spike nodded. “Alright, gotcha… bye Logic.”

Logic’s smile widened. “The same to you Spike, farewell.”

With that, Logic’s horn became a geyser of magic as she focused all she had to her spells. It only took a few seconds, but the spells were finally ready and prepared to activate. Logic chuckled and smiled, looking at the swirling balls of magic coming from her form. “So, this must be what Creativity felt. It is… a good feeling.”

Spike covered his eyes as bright green magic filled the room.

“Spike! … SPIKE!!”

The little dragon named Spike raced down the staircase leading to the second floor of the Ponyville library, his necklace with a strange looking triangular object attached to it bobbing a little. It was mere seconds before the dragon was on the main floor.

“Yeah Twilight? Is something wrong?” He asked.

Twilight Sparkle smiled at the little dragon. “Nope, nothing’s wrong. I was just thinking we should go out and celebrate.”

“Why?” The dragon asked, stepping closer to Twilight.

Twilight laughed confidently. “Because silly, after four months we finally got all the pages to your book back! I know how much it meant to you and how disappointed you were when the pages were lost. Now that we’ve found them all, we should get something to celebrate! We can even invite the girls, you know, treat them out for helping us! Hmmm… I wonder if Applejack is up for going out since her farming accident? Still can’t believe a plow did all that.” Twilight pondered a little bit.

“It was a big plow.” Spike interjected mockingly, knowing full well what really happened.

“Oh you silly dragon, don’t make jokes like that.” Twilight gave the dragon a playful little nudge. “Come on, let’s go.”

Spike laughed. “Fine, I guess it is a special occasion.” The dragon started to walk to the door, only to be stopped by Twilight.

“Ah Ah, necklace. I don’t want you ruining it.”

Spike looked at Twilight. The dragon knew Twilight was right, but that still didn’t help him when he swore he saw a yellow highlight in Twilight's eyes. In fact, Spike was positive that it was always there now, ever since yesterday. Spike, however, ignored it as post reconstruction side effects. The dragon laughed. “Ok, ok. I won’t bring it.”

Spike went to Logic… err, Twilight’s work desk and placed the decoration down. The little dragon then raced over to Twilight. “Ok, I’m ready.”

Twilight smiled. “Right behind you. We have to hurry though… I kind of told all the girls to come already.” Spike looked at Twilight with a cocked eyebrow. Twilight smiled nervously. “Hehe… silly me?”

Spike simply laughed and hurried out the door. “Race ya!” He shouted back as he took off suddenly.

“Hey!” Twilight shouted. “No fair!” The purple unicorn ran after the dragon, laughing. Twilight’s magic possessed the door and closed it.The two had run out so quickly.

So quickly in fact, they didn't even notice the capture device, as it faintly flashed green.